Firebombs, Playgrounds on.

256 Bones

I never want to be the grizzled old man.
hands worn, heart cold.
putting in work to some selfish bastard
daily punching a clock, signing my death certificate
O-N-E letter at a
time
Living my life (or am i really living) waiting for things
that will never come.

if it does, will i be too frail to have happines encompass my body and fill my heart like a priceless vase?
it's yours to keep, but i cling to nothing.

Ethertrips

My heart might swell like an ocean
my anger might consume me whole
but my jaw keeps me connected to life.

STeals

Everyone else is stoking thier fire
villages, braggards.
i watch from afar
retreating, repeating.